2013 - A New Start?

It's hard to believe that over a year has passed since I last updated/wrote on my blog.

Albeit this may be a foolhardy attempt to salvage a sinking ship, nevertheless I find myself feebly trying to bring a breath of new life, perspective and use to this blog.

So, here are some photos from my Singapore trip! With accompanying comments for each, enjoy!

ALONE. OH SO VERY ALONE. 

Creeping on a couple appreciating the view.

This guy made me smile, although I missed his earlier, even funnier stance

"Don't be that guy"

My nifty fifty! Even after all this time, no other lens feels quite the same. Having tried Jeffrey's $1.5k 24-70 f2.8 the other day, it still doesn't have quite the same sharpness, feel (or weight) as my favourite lens!

Hi there. 

The place was massive! Massive I tell you!
(no pun intended)

Taken during the 15 minute light show

Oh yes, so much nicer at night with a long exposure! Thinking of investing in a remote shutter release, any thoughts?

Once again proving why night > day.

Just for Darren! As per his earlier request. 

 Marina Bay - Gardens by the Bay
A must visit attraction if you're in Singapore! Especially for the evening light show! Even though I chose to go on the hottest day of the week, the photos speak for themselves as to what a rewarding opportunity it was.


Seany

a virtual defibrillator

I remember watching the clock switching its display to 12:01 AM in Singapore, making the year 2012. As I turned away to take a nice shower to help me forget about the existence of equatorial humidity for five minutes, I reflected on what this year was going to bring: university life, work and maybe even a new me. I don't know what exactly I was looking for in those 4 numbers that represented the 2012th year of the Gregorian calendar. A continuation of the Taiwan craziness I'd experienced in December of 2011? Renewed intelligence? Self actualisation?

Needless to say, I accomplished none of those things. I've had my feelings stomped on numerous times in the past four months, been bombarded with every pointless assignment possible, discovered that not everyone is going to stay the same as they were when you first knew them and said numerous goodbyes.

However, I'm slowly working my way up Maslow's needs hierarchy; eradicating my old fears and recreating who I am. Meeting new people every day is fun, even though every day has the propensity to descend into bitchiness and stupidity. I've bumped into poles and trees; walked into the men's toilets and said more awkward things that I can remember, but those are just the stuff of anecdotes to share when bored.

2012, we have a love-hate relationship but I wouldn't trade the experiences I've had so far in your temporal warmth for the world.

fellow procrastinators:

since you're most likely hiding away from more wace exams, you might as well watch this!
do it.

stalk

it seems, despite my increasing yet ever-futile attempts to control my internet stalker instincts, i end up doing it anyway. even in the heat of WACE, i still feel an uncontrollable inclination to stalk. whether it be k-pop stars (congrats on getting tickets to see SNSD by the way sean) or john green or freakin dmitri medvedev - god bless his russian soul. i'm hooked on seeing if horoscope profiles match my friends' personality and sometimes, they uncannily do. i often look at myself in the mirror telling myself "you can do it! you can get through this hellish period in your life without breaking down and acquiring some sort of psychosis" but then i feel sick just by looking at my face and sleep for a while.

WHERE IS MY CONCENTRATION.

o gods of wace, why have ye forsaken me so ;__;

will hopefully find the inspiration to write a less boring post in the next few days.

<3

“Reading with an eye toward metaphor allows us to become the person we’re reading about while reading about them. That’s why there are symbols in books and why your English teacher deserves your attention. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter if the author intended a symbol to be there because the job of reading is not to understand the author’s intent. The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves, and when we do that, we can look out at the world and see a giant, endless set of beautiful variations of pizzas.”

John Green

i'll be back

just finished my harrowing set of orals asjdhgksdjghskdghslkdg so hazukashii.

"do you want to get married?"

"i don't know"

"do you want to continue japanese?"

"i don't know'

"uhm.. today i'm going to talk about how i'm going to turn into an independent adult.." ffffffffffuk

FMLLLLLLLLLLLL AIYAHHHHHHHHHHH no amount of words can express my regret and sadness.

it hasn't hit me that i'm leaving high school. the last day was too hot and i felt too sick to have the full truth bang it over my head that i'm going to have to say goodbye to so many fantastic people. but i'm chill - the people i'm meant to be with will be with me ~ good consolation yoO0o0

exam stress is making me super depressed and i just feel like typing in a weird retarded way. back to 9 hour study regime tomorrow~ gotta study hard y0 niggazzzzzzz.

ironic how the elaborate successful futures i fabricate in oral exams will never come alive.

gerascophobia.

"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, 
we take a little of each other everywhere."

i've been looking through old things recently (more procrasticleaning).

old cards, old letters, old photos, old blog posts, old chat logs, old text messages, old songs, old memories, old promises, old feelings. probably because friday was the last day of high school and the feeling of holy-shit-it's-over has completely washed over me. it felt extremely final, saying farewell to five incredible years and so many amazing people.

i already miss my disgusting locker and the lunch spot on the oval and playing bubble trouble during photography and $1 hash browns and cruiser pies and my hilaro teachers and intense debates in politics & law and playing big two during maths and watching cold war videos and drinking milo during lit and class in jokes and playing bench ball and going bowling as 'recreation' and using the privilege pass and thinking of excuses and sleeping on the refectory couches and the speed of the library printer and rare lunch time picnics and assemblies in the auditorium and walking past the embarrassing centenary photograph and not studying during study periods. i miss all of this and more.

i'm only realising now that i'm not ready to say goodbye.